Former home of Ranting and Raving, Charlotte-based writer Regan White has taken a turn as a recovering journalist. Continue to follow the antics, anecdotes, sarcasm and sentimentalism here.

August 20, 2010

Regan in the raw

A brief little note: Was at Starbucks this morning and two of my favorite baristas were discussing a new granola bar-type food that the store will be offering in a few weeks, made by Two Moms in the Raw. They found this name particulary fetching and kept repeating it to one another. It is pretty gross if you think about it.

"Hey! Share some Two Moms in the Raw with your brother. I didn't buy (them) for you to be so selfish."

Speaking of the turn of phrase, welcome to a little slice of "Regan in the raw." Yes, in my brief, temporary retirement I've completely flipped my nights and days, just as Regan au natural prefers it. It's sick. I've been up painting, now catching up on e-mails, and at 4:16 I could keep on going through 10 a.m. or so. Ah, to find a non-seedy underworld of night lovers with which to hang. (I received a text message from a friend just before 4 and it made me smile that he was up, I was up, we both knew we'd be up. Granted, he's up doing work and none too happy about it, but still.)